“We shall see the crumbs of bread, and they will show us our way home again.”

I read that quote at the beginning of an episode of Grimm recently, and for some reason, it hit me with a wave of nostalgia. For what? I’m not entirely sure. There’s something oddly comforting about the idea of breadcrumbs leading you back home, as if life’s twists and turns could be solved with a trail of carbs. But it also made me think of an old dream that felt like a maze of sorts, except I wasn’t following breadcrumbs. I was in something I can only describe as an underwater tubing adventure… yes, underwater.

You know those dreams where everything feels familiar and disorienting all at once? Well, this one had me in a maze—a chaotic series of tubes, like a warped version of those fun childhood slides in amusement parks but submerged, and not so fun anymore. I remember desperately trying to find my way out, slipping and sliding, but always looping back to the beginning. It was like being stuck in a labyrinth that had no exit, or worse, an exit that moved every time I got close.

There was no handy trail of bread crumbs in my dream to lead me to safety, but somehow, I woke up with the same feeling of homecoming the Grimm quote evokes. It made me think—do we ever really lose our way? Maybe those breadcrumbs, like my maze, aren’t a literal path. Maybe they’re the memories, dreams, and random TV quotes that nudge us back to something deeper, something familiar, even when we don’t fully understand what that is.

There’s something poetic about wandering through life, gathering these metaphorical crumbs as we go. Some days we’re totally lost, stuck in underwater tubing adventures, gasping for air. Other days, we find that one perfect clue that brings it all together—or at least gets us to the next part of the maze.

Life is full of mazes, after all. Maybe my odd dream was just a reminder that even when we feel trapped or lost, there’s a way out. Even if it’s as strange as an underwater tube. And maybe—just maybe—the breadcrumbs we leave behind are bits of ourselves, marking the way forward or back. Either way, here’s hoping we all find our way home again, whether through mazes, breadcrumbs, or something equally bizarre.